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Thanks to the fast response of Iophiel, they were out of danger in less than a second. The portals ejected them in a safe zone right away.
Israfel observed the demon guardian and the extent of the reach of the blades. Looking closely, he saw that a blade has a drop of blood on its tip. He scanned both of his companions and noticed that Jibrail has a score on his right ankle.
"Jibrail, you are wounded."
"Hmm? Where?"
"There, on your right ankle."
"Oh, yeah, now that you say it."
At the beginning, Jibrail was nonchalant about it. But as he inhaled air, it dawned on him that there was something wrong.
"What is this smell?"
